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Doctor Princess: Put this on. [gives her lab coat to Finn] OK, you're a doctor now. Good luck. Finn: Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! I don't know how to doctor!

He remitted the right of impoſing moneyage, and of levying taxes at pleaſure on the farms, which the barons retained in their own hands: […]

In many conversions a single phrase seems to alluminate the whole Bible or a mere image to bring peace and assurance to the soul.